The summer solstice is in the evening hours now, here in Wisconsin USA. No clear skies all day. Yet the light is long and lovely in a muted way. This recalls times of grief, when the light may have been less brilliant, in terms of my emotions, yet there in a beautiful way. Always there.
As hard as some years were, and may be again, I also cherish them for the gentle gifts that remain, as time goes on. When I think of the caregiving years with my mother, for example, I think of unconditional love.
So I thought I’d begin a series on this blog of short reflections. Some prose, maybe a poem. Simple posts. Just words from my heart.